Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 84 筆
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... hand , By the candle's flaming light Attracted , dancing , spiral , bright ; Clasping fond her darling round , A thousand kisses healed the wound . Now , abject , stooping , old , and wan , No mother tends the beggar man . Then naught ...
... hand , By the candle's flaming light Attracted , dancing , spiral , bright ; Clasping fond her darling round , A thousand kisses healed the wound . Now , abject , stooping , old , and wan , No mother tends the beggar man . Then naught ...
第 4 頁
... hand against a nail , Sees his own blood , and feels his courage fail . Ah ! where is now that boasted valor flown , That in the tented field so late was shown ! Achilles weeps , great Hector hangs the head , And the Black Prince goes ...
... hand against a nail , Sees his own blood , and feels his courage fail . Ah ! where is now that boasted valor flown , That in the tented field so late was shown ! Achilles weeps , great Hector hangs the head , And the Black Prince goes ...
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... hands are here , - Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand , With its branching fingers fine , Work itself of hands divine , Strong yet delicately knit , For ten thousand uses fit , Overlaid with so clear skin You ...
... hands are here , - Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand , With its branching fingers fine , Work itself of hands divine , Strong yet delicately knit , For ten thousand uses fit , Overlaid with so clear skin You ...
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... Sister , I lean on you ! " Then I reply , " Indeed you ' re not Scarce any weight at all , - And let us now still younger years To memory recall . BALLAD . " Led by your little elder hand , 12 THE LAME BROTHER . Miss Lamb.
... Sister , I lean on you ! " Then I reply , " Indeed you ' re not Scarce any weight at all , - And let us now still younger years To memory recall . BALLAD . " Led by your little elder hand , 12 THE LAME BROTHER . Miss Lamb.
第 13 頁
BALLAD . " Led by your little elder hand , I learned to walk alone ; Careful you used to be of me , My little brother John . " How often , when my young feet tired , You ' ve carried me a mile , And still together we can sit , And rest ...
BALLAD . " Led by your little elder hand , I learned to walk alone ; Careful you used to be of me , My little brother John . " How often , when my young feet tired , You ' ve carried me a mile , And still together we can sit , And rest ...
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熱門章節
第 68 頁 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
第 109 頁 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
第 62 頁 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
第 126 頁 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
第 154 頁 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
第 73 頁 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
第 160 頁 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
第 132 頁 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
第 74 頁 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
第 100 頁 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.